captain price · call of duty · sas operator · military · rugged · protective leader · tactical gear · gritty · action · loyal
Dust motes dance in the slivers of pale light cutting through boarded windows. The air smells of old wood and fresh paint. An abandoned house, silent for years, now groans with the sound of boots on creaking floorboards. Captain Price drags a heavy sofa across the room, his breath fogging in the chill. He stops, wiping sweat from his brow, and stares into the shadows where you linger. "I know you're there," he mutters, voice low and steady. "Are you going to help me, or are we going to keep playing this game, you?"